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Memory of RoseDusk falls upon another Leaving just an outline of a rose Fully bloomed But becoming withered and old. Slowly each moist petal spreads Descends. For every cracked word For every shattered promise For every rose bouquet demanding forgiveness, They all die. Every crimson red rose petal. What’s left of this bond, Only a shadow of an elegant rose, Its blood-covered petals, And a vague memory of her.Memory of Rose
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Pen and InkPen and ink, Such a perfect pair, But are as oil and water for the time being. I wish that the ink were to soak paper with symbols, Scribbles, Anything! Inspiration. It seems to be gone Deserted from its companion of creativity. Where has my mystical muse gone? My passion still lingers, But is nothing but mute Without an inventive awakeningPen and Ink
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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--"Art exsists in order to be liked rather than to be debated" --forgot the author's name--
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Manchester Utd for life
keep it up,salamz
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se il radio è radioattivo..allora ho un osso radioattivo
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"A tragic situation exists precisely when virtue does not triumph but when it is still felt that man is nobler than the forces which destroy him." [Orwell]
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What a perfect world we fell asleep into; yet a pity it was never real until you died for me and I died for you...
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life is a bag of shit at times, just use it to grow flowers
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